Not Dead, Just Close

I am currently slogging through a cold that is kicking my ass, hence the severe lack of posts. That, and let's be honest, not much happens during the day that is any different from the days previous or subsequent. Still, in the interest of shouting out to any who read, hi, I'm still here, and only mostly dead.

I can't figure out if it's just a wretched cold, or a regular cold that is exacerbated by the lack of consistent sleep. I'm inclined to believe the latter, considering last night was a fairly typical one in that I was up every two hours from 10 pm until I dragged my sorry heinie out of bed at about 8:30. The girls have up to this point managed to avoid it, although I have my suspicions about Bean, as she was really out of it today and just has that "sick" look. Parents will know what I mean---it's undefineable and yet, there it is. And you say, yep, kid's sick. Anyway.
On the plus side, we got a new bookcase from Crate & Barrel that is rather more modern than we tend towards, but I think it will be an interesting addition to our newly hardwood downstairs hallway. That, and it will, I hope, be a stab in the direction of trying to organize the vast quantities of books we have scattered about the house. I think the last count we did back before Bean was born (as in, 6 years ago) was 1600. We *have* to have upwards of 2500 now, if not 3000. I feel a bit like the old woman in a shoe, but much like your children, you really can't get rid of them. I mean, I COULD...but you know. They are my babies.

Gene is not so much happy with this attitude.